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Comments about Wesley Kieswetter
Thy soul so fragile, thy spirit so blurred
As the gateway opens, with one magick word
The light fast approaching, what is this I see?
It’s a thought, a mirror, a reflection of me
It comes even closer, with glistening eyes
Is it something I love, or something I despise?
I hear a soft voice, an echo so slight
In my minds eye, a brilliant white light
The voice getting louder, still can’t understand
Out of the white light, an enormous white hand
It reaches toward me with comfort and love
A divine inspiration, sent from above
I now understand these ...